From the depths of my heart

Since my first few moths of being a Christian, I have always been drawn to an urban setting. I love the city. I love to walk down a street and breathe in the atmosphere; to hear God’s heartbeat in the rhythm of the city. I love to be a part of the lives of broken people. I understand suffering; of looking at the impossible and living in the shadow of what can’t be done and surviving. I want to lead the broken and the utterly desolate to God. I have faced the questionings. The Whys?, the What ifs?, and the Where were you Gods?, that can suffocate the deepest faith. I know that when I am striped of all that I grasp at to cover my nakedness, all I have left is God; His covering. His loving kindness is truly greater than life. This is what I have to carry into the city. This is what I bring. Truly, “silver and gold I have none,” and if I did it could not help the suffering, but whatsoever I have, I give it to Fresno. All that I poses, all that posses me is God. I stand in the wilderness of the city and I breath the only words that my heart knows, “Repent for the Kingdom of God is at hand.”